Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;It is Hebrus, the athletic and the young!O, to see him when anointed he is plunging in the flood!What a seat he has on horseback! was Bellerophon's as good?As a boxer, as a runner, past compare!When the deer are flying blindly all the open country o'er,He can aim and he can hit them; he can steal upon the boar,As it couches in the thicket unaware.Bandusia's fount, in clearness crystalline,O worthy of the wine, the flowers we vow!Tomorrow shall be thineA kid, whose crescent browIs sprouting all for love and victory.In vain: his warm red blood, so early stirr'd.Thy gelid stream shall dye,Child of the wanton herd.